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(No) Doubt About It

(No) Doubt About It

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5sos
The new girl in high school walks alone through the crowded hallways of her new school before reaching her first class. She sits quietly as the other students find their seats, and she stuffs her nose in one of her most favorite romance books. Suddenly, a boy swiftly walks passed her, knocking the book out of her hands. She peeks back at him to see who had done it. Then, she sees one of the most handsome faces she's ever seen. Now what?
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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.

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